On that day, the video of Lin Xuefei's tearful public apology spread like wildfire on all the major campus forums.
She had not only lost face at University A but also in every other university.
Now, even if Lin Xuefei wanted to transfer to another school, it would be impossible.
At noon, Lin Jiancheng couldn't wait to call:
"I've already made Xuefei apologize to you. Let bygones be bygones, Xia Weilan. Please ask Mr. Mo to stop meddling in my company's affairs."
Lin Jiancheng had always looked down on Xia Weilan. But now he found that she was like an iron plate, impossible to kick or touch. He could only plead.
"Okay, I'll talk to him." Xia Weilan stirred the hot soup in her bowl. She looked lazy and relaxed, but her expression was not as calm as it seemed. There was a hint of solemnity in it.
After school in the afternoon, Rui Li drove Xia Weilan to the school gate. Mo Beichen was already waiting there.
"Brother Mo, your little wife has a strong temper. You should give her a good talking - to." Rui Li didn't hold back and criticized Xia Weilan right in front of her.
Xia Weilan blinked her eyes. She was really shocked by Rui Li's audacity.
Mo Beichen glanced at Xia Weilan and said indifferently:
"I don't think what she did was wrong. Just a public apology is already too light."
Xia Weilan couldn't help but curl her lips.
"Fine. You can spoil her as much as you like. I've got something to do. I'm leaving." Rui Li walked straight towards a sedan on the other side. She seemed to have a temper as hard as a rock.
"Get in the car." Mo Beichen said.
Xia Weilan got into the car and said meaningfully:
"It seems I should sign up for the taekwondo club tomorrow. If I don't practice my skills well, none of you will think much of me."
"Let Rui Li teach you. It'll keep her from being idle." Mo Beichen said slowly.
"So you really think I'm a burden!" Xia Weilan sat up straight and glared at him angrily.
Mo Beichen slowed down the car. He took a look at Xia Weilan's angry and lively face. His heart skipped a beat, and he pulled over to the side of the road.
"Mrs. Mo, where did I ever dislike you? Tell me." Mo Beichen thought women were really strange creatures. Why couldn't he keep up with Xia Weilan's train of thought all of a sudden?
Xia Weilan snorted: "No matter what I say, in your eyes, I'm just being unreasonable, right?"
"Not really. Go ahead and say it." Mo Beichen was surprisingly patient. He propped his hand on the steering wheel and looked at her.
Xia Weilan moved her lips, trying to come up with something reasonable to say, but she couldn't. After calming down a bit, she realized that she didn't really have a good reason to be angry.
Mo Beichen seemed to see through her thoughts and said seriously:
"You're my wife. Protecting you is my responsibility."
After a pause, a dark glint flashed in Mo Beichen's eyes, and he continued:
"Besides, the identity of Mrs. Mo also comes with a certain amount of danger..."
Xia Weilan was silent, digesting the meaning of his words. So, if she had more self - defense skills, he could feel more at ease?
"I understand. I won't hold you back." Xia Weilan thought for a while and then nodded.
Mo Beichen was helpless: "What do you understand? I didn't mean that you were holding me back."
Then what did he mean?
Xia Weilan looked at him in confusion.
At that moment, Mo Beichen suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.
His long, slender hand wrapped around her waist. He held her as if she were a precious treasure.
His breath fell on her face, slightly warm.
His tongue invaded her lips and teeth domineeringly, teasing her little tongue, caressing and rolling it gently. It was an unexpectedly gentle kiss.
In the past, Mo Beichen's kisses were always overbearing and wild. He never held back his aggressiveness.
But today's Mo Beichen... was different.
"Um," the innocent Xia Weilan was immediately lost in this tenderness. She melted like a pool of spring water.
Mo Beichen let her go when she was almost out of breath. Then he bit her ear.
But his hands held her waist properly, without any further overstep.
There were red clouds in the sky, but the temperature in the car was even hotter.
Xia Weilan was in a daze. It wasn't until he gently stroked her hair and held her slender waist, letting her lean on his chest, that she waited for the temperature in the car to cool down.
Xia Weilan gradually calmed down. She was quite surprised to find that his hand on her waist seemed to be glued there, not moving at all, like a rock.
"Mo Beichen..." she whispered his name on his chest.
But after Mo Beichen responded, both of them fell silent.
No one knew what the two people in the car were thinking, or maybe they weren't thinking about anything at all.
Time passed slowly.
A phone call finally broke the silence in the car.
Mo Beichen picked up the phone with one hand. It was from Grandpa Xia. His other hand still didn't let go of her waist.
"Hello? Grandpa." Mo Beichen's voice was calm.
"Invite me and Weilan over for dinner?" Mo Beichen asked Xia Weilan for her opinion. Seeing her nod, he continued:
"Okay, we'll come right away." Mo Beichen hung up the phone.
"Are you okay?" Mo Beichen put away his phone and suddenly asked her.
Xia Weilan's cheeks turned red. Hearing his ambiguous tone, she awkwardly turned her head, wanting to bury her face in the car window.
It was just a kiss, but his question made it seem like they had already...
A teasing look flashed in Mo Beichen's eyes. He opened the window to let the cool wind in and said softly:
"I'll wait for you."
But the two of them were still sitting very close to each other.
After hanging up the phone, Mo Beichen played with her fingers with his other hand.
Xia Weilan bit her lip. Why did she feel that Mo Beichen was deliberately teasing her today?
But then she thought she might be wrong because she found that Mo Beichen looked like a proper gentleman, and his eyes were extremely calm.
The cold wind blew away the heat in the car and made both of them feel refreshed and calm.
Mo Beichen finally gently let her go. He sat up straight in the driver's seat and put his hands on the steering wheel.
His hands no longer felt the soft warmth, only leaving behind a faint fragrance.
Soon, the black Maybach started gently and drove steadily towards the Xia family's old house.
By now, the sky had already darkened.
Somewhere along the way, Mo Beichen no longer found driving as boring as a chore. Maybe it was because there was an extra person in the car.
That person was Xia Weilan. Sometimes lively, sometimes a bit muddled, but she could throw a stone into the lake of his heart, creating ripples.
"Husband, why were you so gentle just now?" Xia Weilan looked at him with a smile as he drove seriously.
"Do you like it?" Mo Beichen curled his lips.
"Of course I do." Xia Weilan became bold again.
"That's good." A hint of pleasure flashed in Mo Beichen's eyes. It was very faint, but Xia Weilan saw it.
She just felt that the once dull and uninteresting Mo Beichen suddenly had a touch of free - spiritedness.